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When he bit her swollen clit gently with the sharp points of his teeth,  she bowed off the bed with a scream. He pushed her back down and  anchored her with his hands, and did it again, applying even more  pressure. Her climax crested and crashed with an intensity that made her  lose her mind. He grunted with satisfaction as he moved up to cover her  body. She shoved at him.

"Get on your back," she ordered. A sensual grin crossed his face as he  obeyed, but only to a certain point. As she went to straddle him to  return the pleasure, he caught her and flipped her so that her pussy  rested above his face. Quivers rocked her pussy as she realized his  intention. Sixty nine was such a lovely number.

His cock, a darker purple than the rest of him strained from his bare  groin, the lack of balls on the outside making it appear even larger.  She grasped him at the root, enjoying the way he pulsed in her palm. She  laved the pink tip with her tongue, tasting the sweetness of his  arousal. She drew him into her mouth with decadent languor. She loved to  tease him, to feel her big brash pirate tremble at her touch. To hear  him groan as she sucked his dick, grazing her teeth along its length.  But he didn't let her oral torture go unanswered. His hands drew her sex  down so that he could probe her with his tongue. Already sensitive from  her climax, she quaked and would have moved from the intensity of his  touch, but he held her firm, made her a prisoner to his tongue and  mouth, rebuilding her bliss.         

     



 

She tried to ignore what he did to her pussy by bobbing her head up and  down the length of him, taking him deep enough to make her throat  convulse, then out again. He grew in her mouth, his cockhead widening, a  signal she'd learned announced his impending climax. Yet again, though,  he thought to control their lovemaking. He manhandled her until she  faced him again, her throbbing pussy straddling his waist.

Megan smiled at him, lifting herself so that her sex hovered just over  the tip of him. His blue eyes flashed with passion. Out shot his hands  to grab her around the waist and push her down, ramming his cock up into  her. She cried out at the suddenly full sensation, her back arching.  She didn't move for a moment, holding him inside of her, enjoying the  pulsing strength of him buried in her most intimate part. Leaning  forward, she braced her hands on his chest while her hair swung forth to  create a private curtain where only she and Tren existed.

Rotating her hips, she ground herself against him, circling and pushing  against him in a swirling motion that put direct pressure on her clit  and made her moan. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, his  enjoyment spurring her to move harder, faster. He stared at her as they  undulated in rhythm, the only sound the harsh pants of their quickening  breath and the soft, wet sound of their joining. She couldn't tear her  eyes from his. The intensity in them caught her more firmly than his  tractor beam ever had, and she wondered at the change in them. The  change in him.

A part of her realized that since her waking, his attitude towards her  had shifted. If she didn't know any better, she'd say he cared for her  and no longer hid it. Foolish, hopeful thinking on her part probably,  but she couldn't help fantasizing as she leaned down to kiss his lips,  bestowing upon him a tender embrace full of the longing and love she  felt for him.

As if sensing her fragile emotions, he kept his response just as light  and sensual, slowing their pace into a tantalizing tease. A tear at his  gentleness, escaped and rolled down her cheek. He must have felt it  because he stopped all motion.

"Why do you cry?"

"Am not," she retorted, her lie soft and unconvincing.

In a swift motion, he rolled so she lay beneath him. "Open your eyes," he ordered.

She clamped them tight. "No."

"Please."

How could she ignore his plea? She blew out a heavy breathe, her throat  tight, and opened lids, damp with moisture. His thumb brushed at one  eye, smearing the brimming tears.

A spasm crossed his face. "Do you hurt?"

She shook her head. Another lie, she hurt, just not physically like he assumed.

"You are sad?"

She thought about fibbing, but didn't. "A little. Don't worry. I'll get over it."

"Why are you sad?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I miss home."

His eyes darkened and his face tightened. "This is now your home."

"Only until you sell me," she snapped back, anger an easier emotion to feel than sorrow.

"And if I were to keep you?" He threw that out there, a word bomb that  stole her voice. His brow furrowed. "Why do you not answer? Is the idea  so abhorrent?"

He didn't wait for her answer. He kissed her fiercely, possessively. His  cock, still buried inside her, began to pump, in and out, quickly  thickening and butting against her sensitive inner walls. She clung to  him, matching him kiss for kiss, thrust for thrust. She didn't dare  speak. Didn't dare hope he meant his words. But she could show him.

They rode the wave to their pleasure together, flesh slapping, breaths  tangled, their erotic energy building. He tore his lips from hers as  they reached the crest, his eyes blazing with passion.

"You are mine," he growled. With that startling, possessive  announcement, he buried his face into the crook of her neck-and bit her.

Megan screamed, not from the pain of him breaking her skin with his  sharp teeth, but from the crushing pleasure of her orgasm. Ecstasy  rolled over her in a tidal rush, sweeping her up and shaking her with  bliss.

And it wouldn't end.

With each suck of her neck, and the blood that surely flowed, the crest  of her climax rose higher, and higher. When she thought she would pass  out from the potency of it, she discovered paradise. Somehow, Tren  touched her soul, a feat, she'd never imagined, but how else to explain  it. She floated out of her body, which would have been really scary,  except Tren found her in that vast, lonely limbo. His own spirit wrapped  around hers, twined with it, meshing himself in a permanent way that  brought with it a sense of completion. Rightness.

Like I've come home.





Chapter Twelve

Tren woke first, and he used that moment to stare in silence at the  alien female who'd captured his heart-and soul. Not that he was ready to  tell her that yet. He didn't want to give her that much power over him,  even if she already unconsciously wielded it.

The stunning realization that he couldn't live without Megan rocked him  still. He'd fought an inner battle against caring for her-and lost. His  capitulation and admittance when he'd watched over her during her  convalescence that he loved her was the driving force behind the reason  he'd brought her to his secret hideaway. A first ever.

He'd claimed the planet in his youth, and over the years built himself a  home and a security system that rivaled that of kings and heads of  government. He should know since he'd designed most of theirs.

And he'd brought Megan to it, brought her home. He still remained  undecided as to what he would do about his acquisitions business. Much  of that depended on Megan. His marked mate.

He'd bitten her the night before, unable to stop himself, wanting;  actually, make that needing to claim her. She didn't know it yet, but  she belonged to him, forever, whether she liked it or not. He dared hope  the former.

As for her belief he still intended to auction her, he kept the ruse up  for the entertainment of seeing her get mad. Although, he might have to  drop it soon because he'd noticed sadness in her eyes the last few times  she'd attempted to rile him with it. He couldn't stand to see her  upset. Her silent tears during their copulation tore at him and roused a  fear in him that she wanted to leave him. Never!

He still needed to recover from the anxiety he'd suffered at her capture  and beating. That will never happen again. He'd hate to be the idiot  who ever harmed a hair on her head. If they thought him vicious as a  mercenary, then watch out, because as a mate he could promise worse.

Megan stirred against him, and he brushed the hair at her temple back so  he could press a kiss there. She sighed softly and wiggled her bottom  against him. Blood rushed to his cock, which expanded, but that would  have to wait for later. He'd made other plans for the morning.

He whipped the sheet back and she squealed. "Hey, it's chilly. Give it back."

"Get your lazy human buttocks out of bed, female. We have work to do."  She rolled onto her back and shot him a dark look. He grinned in reply,  loving how she never let him intimidate her.

"What's with this we? If you have something to do, go ahead. Me, I'm  crawling back under the blankets and enjoying this bed some more. After  all, someone made sure I didn't get to use it much for sleep last  night." She scowled as she said it, but couldn't stop the humor from  lighting her eyes, or the sensual stretch of her body.

Tren's cock jerked in response. Megan smiled as she dragged her hand  down over her belly, then further to the curls that crowned her cleft.  Tren growled at her teasing maneuver. "Megan," he warned.